The Empire of British Bob is a massive, orderly nation, renowned for its aversion to nipples, ubiquitous missile silos, and restrictive gun laws. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical population of 1.122 billion Antisocks are kept under strict control by the oppressive government, which measures its success by the nation's GDP and refers to individual citizens as "human resources."

The relatively small, corrupt, moralistic, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Law & Order, and Defense. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Hell. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 16.1%.

The thriving British Bobian economy, worth 75.6 trillion Hors a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Uranium Mining industry, with major contributions from Furniture Restoration, Arms Manufacturing, and Cheese Exports. Average income is 67,367 Hors, with the richest citizens earning 7.1 times as much as the poorest.

Cancer rates amongst the richest in society are inexplicably on the rise, lovesick people are told 'it's not them, it's you', companies flee the nation rather than pay their fair share of taxes, and business owners who refuse to hire ex-cons often wake up with a Radioactive puppy's head in their bed. Crime, especially youth-related, is moderate, possibly because it is difficult to make it through a day without breaking one of the country's many regulations. British Bob's national animal is the Radioactive puppy, which can occasionally be seen sifting through garbage in the nation's cities.

British Bob is ranked 104,013^th in the world and 75^th in Hell for Most Advanced Law Enforcement, scoring 2,524.76 on the Orwell Orderliness Index.